My Drought Poem by Naveed Akram

A drought is south passing the journey,
My real mouth will energise on this gurney.
I am succeeding due to this accident on the wall,
The fright delivers action after action from alcohol.
With the basketball see what sport there is to share,
My chair is secondary, a china for the talking of care.
A dinner is served to the ones in chairs,
I want to inspect and catch sight of whoever dares
To ruin the day for someone with bad habits
Or for some people who declare themselves abbots.